Swiftcurrent Creek silver ribbons

fainting spells. sick spells. walking in the woods. all euphemisms for what reverie suffered now. a fae-child.
well, he'd heard plenty of that from angelique. strangeling babes, created to replace living wolf-children. but he didn't think reverie was that. yet she seemed hazed, as muzzy as if the fae-folk themselves whispered in her ears. the fae — well, lestan did believe in that.
the man came closer. he looked beyond her golden shoulder and back into the eyes that looked but did not see. "reverie," he stuttered a bit. "reverie. let's go. let's go to kvarsheim."
worry furrowed his forehead. lestan mayfair reached to touch her only a little, a reassuring brush of muzzle to cheek.